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Well, with the encouragement to someone will be reading my story and likes the concept, I weclome everyone else to read as I present my short story.

(I'll be updating in parts, but all on this post. So I'll let interested readers know of a update with a simple post. Just remember that the additional part is on this post. Luckily, I'll mark it as part 1, 2, 3, etc. for additional help. :) )

Nepenthe and Recontre

Part 1

Two sides. There are two sides to every formation of sorrow; let it be either physical or emotional, each contribute a similar outcome. What this outcome is? Simply put: Suicide. Such a dreaded and unfortunate ending towards any mortal's life. And yet, the world and its residence would allow the consistency of so many to engage in such a horrific decision. A known story of a girl who made this demented decision changed how many acted out towards suicide. This girl, no more older than the dear boy who shall meet her beyond her six foot slumber, fell into the unsettling damnation that existed behind the ungodly act. Her name would be the only known piece of her in the world. The rest? It appeared as nothing more than the wind: gone within the passage of time. “Peer within.” she would say, gripping your hand as the melting wax of her candle would scar your hand as another she had visited within the night. And through that night would the top hat then come to finish it all within a single swipe.

Lucifer Stephenson: Thirteen-year-old English child who holds both a gift and curse to manifest his wounds into weaponry. This blond-and-gray-haired child had always struggled with the malevolent power, fighting both others such as him, demons, archdemons, and devils alike. Yet, the boy's quest would not allow him to stop as the maturity of his powers had undergo within the passed few months he possessed them. This all would transpire to present day Tokyo, Japan, home of the Stephenson family, a group filled with both English and Japanese born. The residence of the fair home were a purple-haired man named Tsabe; his wife Matsuo, a blond-haired, red-eyed woman of thirty-two; their two daughters Nya, a brown-haired five-year-old girl; and Alenda, a black-haired nine-year-old girl; the son Lucifer, dressed within his dark clothes, always admitted the most particular feature as his crimson irises always pierced their imagery into all those he met. The fair family never had arguments and only little struggles, yet, nothing they could not overcome towards the end. Lucifer's dark secret had always laid silent from the ears of his family, yet, only selected few such as his dear, gothic friend Angelean Willaims, a Polish foreigner who moved to Tokyo and later involved herself within the entanglement of Lucifer's demonic lifestyle; and a gray-furred nightmarish creature called Crypt, the starter of Lucifer's quest and passed slave to a malignant human named Velmont Faustheart. Now, though, with such introductions as these aside, Lucifer's dealings within supernatural and otherworldly entities led him to the discovery of a few old book scraps within a small pawn shop near the outer sides of Tokyo city.

“Hello? Would any soul mind if I purchase these writings?” the boy's educated voice addressed, waving the brown papers about.

A stern-expressioned Japanese man with a uneasy bold-cut appeared from a section of crates and boxes. The man spoke towards Lucifer within his homeland's tongue as he gestured towards the paper that the boy held. Lucifer, unfortunately, failing to understand the language, did what he could as he nodded in reply. The man nods with a quick “Hai.” as he grasped the papers and walked over towards the cash register. Lucifer followed and watched as the machine showed the him the cost of the book scraps. He pays the tiny amount and exits the store, gazing upon the book scraps he purchased with a curious eye.

"Why I purchased such a thing is beyond my knowledge, yet perhaps there is something alluring about you, my little book scraps." he mutters, looking down upon the slightly tattered writings.

Lucifer passes the crosswalks just as the bypassing traffic dwindles. Through his blond locks he peers upwards towards the setting sun. It appeared that the afternoon would soon turn to night, and the dear boy knew that his mother and father took little content to lateness. Especially for someone who constantly showed up on satisfying hours. He begins to quicken his steps, turning his simple strolls into a ever-hastening jog. Luckily, with little interference, Lucifer makes it in time as he began his walk up the house steps. He enters the quaint residence and shuts the door soundly behind him. The two tiny beauties that were his sisters scamper into the room, and give their older brother a warm hug. Accepting the warm welcome, Lucifer hugs back his loving sisters, yet, he could not help but look upon poor Nya who struggled to reach higher. He gives her a soft pat on the head and picks her up, helping her fold her small legs over his shoulder. The trio enter the kitchen as Matsuo finishes putting away a bundle of dishes. She notices the three entering, yet, her attention focused more upon her son than her daughters. “Lucifer, where have you been? Don't tell me you ate out instead of eating at home.”

“Please, do not worry, mother. Angelean invited me to stay with her through the rest of the afternoon and spend some time with her friends. We ate at a restaurant near the end of the day. I myself had a rather pleasant meal.” Lucifer replies, courting his free hand in thankful gestures. Matsuo could not help her disappointment though, hiding its dreadful image from her dear son, fearing it only bring back passed depressions. She always wanted to give the love Lucifer's original mother gave him, and having the understandings to listen to his rightful excuses seemed the most fit to help her deed. Lucifer sets Nya on the kitchen floor, making so her cotton sockets kept her from slipping upon its slick surface. “Careful yourself, Nya!” he yelps, already siting the small girl whirling about in a frantic frenzy. She steadies her stance though, taking heed to her older brother's instructional gestures. Matsuo left her son to tend to his sister, noticing it helped improve the early maturity that had took seed in him since the day she told him the ways of a gentleman.

“Lucifer, why don't you go and see your father. He's been wondering where you've been as well.” Matsuo suggests, continuing her cleaning of the remainder of dirty dishes and silverware.

“Of course, mother. Come you two, let us see father.” Lucifer commands to his sisters, talking through gentility so they follow him faithfully. Nya places herself as the first to leave the kitchen, scurrying out while cheerfully mimicking a excitable plane. Lucifer steps out next, strolling out solemnly with his hands tuck underneath his black sweater. Alenda follows with her older brother, examining the calm expression he displayed. “Alenda, please refrain from mimicry.” Lucifer mutters, annoyed by her constant staring. She merely replies with a playful giggle, concluding he had found it adorable. True enough he did, shown through the comfortable smile on his face as they entered their father's office.

Tsabe remained locked inside paperwork, flipping through several books and folders in search of a specific document. Nya and Alenda ceases in their steps, not wanting to disturb their father's concentration. Lucifer understood that the two had little exposure to interacting with their father this way. He showed them the proper way of greeting, knocking his fist softly against the man's desk, in a triple rhythm. Tsabe immediately turns around, his eyes stricken with heavy, bruised bags of weary flesh. Lucifer and his sisters gouge at their father's hideous condition, refusing to even acknowledge it on the preventions of disgruntled rambles. “What is it, Lucifer?” he replies, turning his attention to his quiet son.

“Mother ask me you wanted to know where I was. C-correct?” he replies back, shuttering slightly in his feeble attempts at conversing.

“Actually, I did. But before that; Nya! Alenda!” he barks, expelling a sudden blister towards his two daughters. They jump in reaction, favoring the rage came from calm means. Tsabe takes a long glare at his daughters, yet, concludes with a warming smirk. “Say goodnight to your mother and get dress for bed. I'll be up to tuck you in.” Nya and Alenda exhale a content sigh, politely walking out of their father's office until he lost sight of them. They then scurry upstairs, giggling happily as their little scampers echo into tranquil silence. Within Tsade's office it fell to a different sound. The sound of hands crashing to a wooden desk. “WHERE WERE YOU?!” Tsabe roars, rearing his angered eyes down upon his son's frightened pair. No words could escape Lucifer's lips, for they were frozen by his father's encasing rage. “Your mother was worried sick! I was too even! It isn't like you to not come home from school. Your mother went as far as calling the police!”

Lucifer breaks from his frozen state, appalled by his father's exaggeration. “Father, please do not say such things! Mother would never do such rash actions.”

Tsabe erupts in a shocked tantrum, grabbing his son by his left sleeve, lifting him effortlessly up from the carpeted floor. “Lucifer! I won't have you talk your way out of this one. No. I already let you have your way the passed months. That girl, Angelean, you hang around with, has been a bad influence on you. She has made you missed three dinners this week. You know very well that dinnertime is a special time for this family, and here you are excluding yourself from that special time. I won't have it, you hear me?!” Tsabe barks, repeatably shaking him vigorously through each harsh sentence. Lucifer remains silent, allowing his father's blister to exhaust. “I forbid you from seeing that girl! Until you can show me that you care more for your family, than some girl, you are only to step foot out of this house for school or emergencies. Do you hear me?” Lucifer draws his head away, refusing to reply. “DO YOU HEAR ME?!” The boy quickly turns back and nods his head slowly. “Good.” Tsabe lets go of his son and points him out the door. “You do the same like your sisters. And you better be in bed and not on that computer when I come in.” Lucifer peers back at his father through the shroud of his sweater, ending his departure with a harsh, hateful glare.

After doing as his father commanded him to do, Lucifer withdraws into his bedroom. Scrubbing away the remainder of wetness from his locks, the boy sways the long bangs back and forth till they stopped to a draped style. He changes into his boxers and gray tank top, and finally settles under the covers. A trio of knocks sound from his door. Lucifer replies to the knocks with a, “Yes. I am ready.” The door opens and Tsabe enters, surprisingly, removed of his passed sneer. Lucifer felt his eyes were regarding a man with a bipolar disposition, yet he had experiences with his father's double-sided personality. In fact, there were times that he saw someone else than his father. Someone who seemed unknown of where it reside, as though it had been locked away, yet finally unlocked to a new mysterious world. Nevertheless, he was his father, and as his father Lucifer allows him to kiss him goodnight. The door shuts as soundly as it opened, releasing the shadows to darken the boy's room. In a content voice, Lucifer speaks, “T'is comfortable.” before retiring for the night.

Part 2

The following morning had been filled with much commotion, and as unavoidable it felt, Lucifer had been spared much of its grasp. Apparently, the Stephenson family had received a telephone call in the early morning. It had addressed Tsabe and Matsuo of a breakthrough in Tsabe's resume for a white-collar office job. The caller clarified that the man had provided a excellent piece of writing, and along with a finely-written cover letter, the caller told him he appeared as the top qualifier for the job. So the house later filled with cries and cheers of job. Nya and Alenda pranced about the house more than their regular rounds, expelling their cheers up enough to bring shame to a banshee. Lucifer had merely regarded his father's success with a mature hand shack, preventing his own inner glorifies. Now though he had other matters to attend to – one of which that held account to the strange parchment had he purchased yesterday. He decided to head towards the Central library, in hopes of any revelation.

Upon approaching the five story complex, he sights a stray child off in the distance. Lucifer tries to focus his vision in order to gather a clearer depiction, yet the child quickly reacts in fright, departing into the mists of a exhausting manhole. The boy scratches his end in confusion, though disregards the odd event and enters the library. He enters the General Reference section next, scanning for the mythes section. With a little luck and faculty aid, Lucifer finds what he needs. He takes the book from its shelter, and settles down in a reading area. The tranquility of silence allows him to concentrate as he reads through the book's pages. Yet through skimming the context, Lucifer stops short in his reading, as a particular article catches his attention. Within bold, pitch-black writing, Lucifer read the title as Bloody Mary: A Legend of Many Stories. A vacant gazes shows on the boy's face as he sinks into the depths of his wide collar. He soon fixates upon the article, dashing his eyeballs throughout paper after paper, worrying some of the surrounding individuals as huffs and pouts of air expel from the Englishman's small mouth.

The book smashes shut, echoing throughout the near-empty library as Lucifer sets it back into its proper alphabetical place. Some who had stayed long enough to witness his peculiar show stare towards him as he departs the library with shun eyes. “Ignorant dolts.” Lucifer grumbles, now entering the gray streets of Tokyo. The library looms over the intrigued boy, overshadowing him with its bleak ebony throughout the monochrome. He strolls through the eerie environment, unstirred by its unsuspected appearance. Time itself laid about as sloth, as flutters of plastic bags and typical debris found from the carelessness of Tokyo's citizens wisp to a near-frozen motion. Lucifer brushes away a small crowd of the frozen debris, upon sighting the stray child again. Finally, he can tell that the child was, in fact, a young girl. This time around she walks about more spiritually than she had in their first encounter. Lucifer approaches the unsuspecting girl, yet could not help noticing the monochrome grew more dense as he came nearer. He stops to a careful two meters, discovering the gray hues planted in their coloration. What form of dimension had the boy fell into now? This one appeared more foreign than passed ones, almost enough to consider it none of Hell's.

Lucifer knew that nightmare would laugh if he had called for help now. He looks back towards the stray girl, still sighting that she stood in her previous position. So the boy continues onward. He slowly extends his left arm, reaching out at equal speed as he could feel the girl's warmth from the distant separation between her shoulder and his palm. Regardless of how near the two were Lucifer still could not decipher what her wardrobe was. He grabs her and swings her around to his view. A startling yelp sounds from the girl's tiny mouth, as she and the boy meet face to face. Lucifer could find a array of freckles covered about the girl's face; large, rounded glasses; curly, orange locks of hair; and a pair of wide pupils with sky-blue irises, filled with much fright. These distinctions stood out from all the empty grayness that seemed to gird closer towards the two.

“Y-you are... American?” Lucifer mutters, amazed to find such a alienated foreigner as her amidst Tokyo's streets. The girl appeared too frighten to comply, yet Lucifer could find no rejection to his claim. He gazes to the side of her, trying to discard the fear he had inflicted upon the wearied girl. “Um, now then, if you do not run away, I will release my grip. Can you promise that?” The freckled girl merely nods slightly. “Very well then.” Lucifer releases her, drawing his hand away slowly just so he could be ready to grab again if she broke her promise. The girl wipes her clothes of dust, only to wisp into the grayness around her. Lucifer raises a brow as she stumbles over. Apparently, she did not seem as mysterious as he perceived. He extends his left hand out to her. She finally complies to him and takes hold, saying nothing as he escorts her to the foot of the library's stairs. Lucifer allows her to sit first before taking a seat himself. They sit for several minutes before Lucifer breaks from the silence. “So what is a American doing in Tokyo? I know I may be pressing stereotypes, yet I cannot help but refuse to think that you have enough culture to live here. Care to prove me wrong?” Lucifer's question falls prey to the silence as the girl remains quiet. “Hmm... Very well. So... what do you know about this: Bloody Mary?” Suddenly, the girl's eyes flash with life, sparkling radically as she faces Lucifer.

The girls shouts, “S-she... isn't what you expect her to be...! S-she doesn't mean to do what she's infamous for...! She--!?” The freckled girl faints before she can finish her whelps, falling into Lucifer's lap as he watches her doze off. He shakes his head with a entertained smirk on his face, picking the girl up as he strolls off towards the eastern section of the city. The monochrome soon fazes into nothingness as the two disappear from sight.

“Are you sure she'll be okay?” whispers a soft, feminine voice.

“I believe she will fair just finely. No need to worry.” replies a more masculine, yet equally soft voice.

The freckle-faced girl awakens inside a exquisite room, covered to the brim with expensive furniture and decorations. She found herself laying upon a cushioned, scarlet sofa. In between her stood Lucifer and his lovely friend, Angelean Williams. The girl could sight the long locks of brown hair draping pass her curvy waist; the gentility of her soft, pale face filling her with relief, as her magenta irises caressed her melancholy away. Though as she turns to face Lucifer, she fills with discontent once again, reacting with a frightful leap from the sofa. Lucifer snatches her before she can make it to the door, pulling her back into the sofa, along with himself as he laid underneath her. Angelean pats the girl's hand comfortingly, allowing the freckled girl to notice the crescent tattoo on her left cheek.

“All better?” Angelean asks, speaking in a angelic vocal suited for only the most cherished to hear. The freckle-faced girl could only reply with a slight nod – for she had been far too allured by the girl's astounding kindness. Angelean's kindness did not last longer as she giggles towards her friend's embarrassed position. “Hehehe. Oh, Little Lucifer, if only you were as close to me as you're to her right now.” she jokes, watching as Lucifer panics to release himself from underneath the freckled girl's bottom.

“O-oh my...! I'm terribly sorry! Please don't hurt me for intruding!” the girl yelps, breaking down to both her knees, begging underneath Lucifer's feet. The blond-haired boy shakes his head in amazement, he had never seen such a apologetic attitude before – not since hers. He extends his left hand out to her, as he did in their second meeting, helping her back up on her feet.

“You must not nerve yourself so. Perhaps just acting more calm and simply talking will help? Now then,” Lucifer stops as he sets her back into the sofa, patting her hand with much hospitality. Angelean sits beside her, patting her back with equal hospitality, assuring her to the fullest that they meant no harm. Lucifer sits on the right-side of her, continuing with, “what is this you know about the Bloody Mary legend? Your outburst back at the library has me a bit concerned.”

Angelean interrupts though, thrusting her head in between the two. “Wait now! You shouldn't rush like that without knowing who she is first!” Lucifer understood that hospitality did not come without introductions, yet the situation seemed far too serious to divert to such trivial things.

“Ugh! Very well then... My name is Lucifer Stephenson.” he announces, rising to his feet and bowing in respect.

“I am Angelean Williams. A pleasure to meet you.” she announces in unison, courtesying with a imaginary dress, as she only wore a pair of cut-off jeans.

“I-I'm Elizabeth...” the freckled-faced girl greets back, remaining planted underneath in the sofa's cushions.

“But of course...” Lucifer mutters, little to no amusement from her poor display. “Now back to the task at hand, what do you know about the Bloody Mary legend?”

Elizabeth said quietly, before speaking, “All I know is that it ties in with you and me. Mr. Lucifer Stephenson... didn't you know a girl named Mary, back when you lived in England?”

Lucifer's eyes widen and lift of their coloration, hollowed back enough where they appeared as emptied sockets. He grits his teeth as he shoves his hand around the girl's collar, “How do you know that?!” he demands, growling beastly as Angelean tries to pull his violent grasp from around the poor girl's collar.

Part 3

“Lucifer, STOP!” Angelean cries, slapping him to his senses, causing him to relinquish his hold on the girl. Elizabeth scurries to the door, yet her urges for freedom dash away by a locked doorknob. “I'm sorry... but I can't risk it.” Angelean walks over to Elizabeth, yet the girl reacts offensively, swinging her right arm towards her. A hand grabs her fist at the next second though, identifying the stern fingers to be the boy's.

“Enough of this. You seem to know a particular much about me. Especially about Mary.” Lucifer growls, his eyes displaying a malicious, crimson glow. Angelean worried for the worst as she watches the boy's fingertips extend to spike-like lengths.

“Lucifer... your fingers.” she yelps.

“I'm aware, Angelean. Though I believe it is necessary for this one.” Lucifer snarls in reply, glaring down the fidgeting Elizabeth. “What are you exactly? Answer!”

Elizabeth looks away, though expresses a content smirk through the shadow of her curly locks. “What am I? Good question. I suppose playing the innocent girl card isn't going to get the results I need.” she snickers, pulling away her hand with surprising strength. Lucifer backs away slightly, discouraged to approach the astonishing vigor. Elizabeth snaps her fingers, upon which a black vortex whirls underneath her, consuming her body inside a swirling blackness. Her fingers morph into a pair of decrepit, crooked fingernails, blackened as the vortex beneath her. The girl's wardrobe exhausts into sight: a black and white corset, black thin-line pants, with long black boots. Angelean backs away, distancing herself from the strange sorceress and the bestial Tamer. Lucifer clinches his needly fingertips, drawing them inside his flesh. The boy's trickling blood spirals out his entire left arm, wrapping around the thin piece of flesh as crimson wires, bulging into a monstrous structure of entangled, crusty entrails and spikes. As a finish Lucifer thrusts his arm towards Elizabeth, jutting his extensive, crimson claws. Elizabeth addresses the boy's horrific taunt with a smile. “The Blood-line... I heard stories of it from the demons, but I never thought it to be from you, Lucifer. I thought that the shy child of London would amount to only a simple loner. I even thought you commit suicide before leaving with your father.”

“Ahh. I do remember you now. Yes. Elizabeth Motierre. You were quite the pest to the residence, always trifling with your Occultist older sister. The fact you stand before as one is no short of the expected.” Lucifer replies, his tone set within amusement. “So what shall these surprises lead to then, my dear past friend? Questions? Answers? Or confrontation? Your pick, my dear, for either of the three fit justly with me.” Lucifer brandishes his single pair of claws, leaning backwards in preparations of a vicious pounce.

“I don't see any reason to do any of the three. Perhaps the second though, as it may help you with your dear question. You want to know about Bloody Mary? Then, before you look deeper into that legend, perhaps you should look deeper into your past. I believe you'll then understand.” Elizabeth taunts, expressing her delight with a infuriating giggle. Lucifer lungs forward though, breaking her prissy disposition into terrified remains. The blister within the boy's eyes radiate furiously, expelling their crimson ray towards Elizabeth's neck. She steps further back, denying to tempt the engorging malice within the Englishman's feral state. Elizabeth halts in her trembles, pouting with disbelief. “Spare me your rage, Lucifer. You and I both know you wouldn't harm a young lady. It ruin your gentility.” The confident sorceress expresses a grim smirk, curling her cheekbones to their limitations.

“Leave. Now!” Lucifer cries, thrashing his claws into the floor before Elizabeth, causing the girl to stagger in reaction.

Again, she smirks, tensing her eyes near their shutting closure, concentrated upon the twin voids and fiery sanguines within the boy's eye sockets. “Yes... It's best I leave. After all, you couldn't control your urges back then, how would I know you can now? Hmmm. My dear friend Lucifer? Hmhmhmhm!”

“Leave!!” Lucifer erupts, launching the bloody spikes within the top of his arm into the wall besides Elizabeth's right shoulder.

Elizabeth's eyes flash into a duo of obtuse shock, taking her escape as soon as possible as she wisps the black vortex beneath her, then vanishing into the shadows before Lucifer and Angelean. Lucifer peers below his feet to find a rose sprouting from the carpet, stained with a harsh coloration of ebony. Before the flower's shadowy reflection, the boy's unsettling image could be seen, snarling down before it. The image overshadows by the girding invasion of a black boot though, lifting upwards to find the rose smashed into distorted remains. Angelean merely kept in her place, noting to leave her tragic friend be as the bestiality within him dwindles away.

The luxurious room within the hotel had little of its tranquility, nor its comfortable allurement, for the current visitor inside it had invaded its senses of content with his discord. Beside the flustering soul, his friend consults to his emotional wounds. Rubbing his arm with her delicate palms, Angelean leans upon Lucifer, hoping to embrace him. Sadly, he pushes her away, scarring her with the dread that he was out of his character. “Lucifer!” she cries, slapping him to his senses. The flushed pink wound fades back to his original coloration as Lucifer glances over to her. Angelean glares angrily at her friend, brushing the stressed loose ends of her long bangs away. “You shouldn't sulk over someone as pathetic as her. What is it that makes this Elizabeth so dismaying?”

Lucifer sat in silence before regarding his friend. He relieves a long sigh before speaking, “As you already know, I lived in London before my father and I moved to Tokyo. What I never did tell you was the horrible history my father and I left when we departed from that treacherous island. Elizabeth is one of the few people left in London who knew about her...” Lucifer falls into depression before finishing. Angelean tries to nudge him to continue with his intriguing tale. He nods for her to stop and continues, “My apologizes... It is just hard to speak about her. The few of us who knew this girl, we knew of a traumatizing atrocity she committed. Murder... Plain and simple. It was against her parents. For whatever reason she had, that girl killed her parents out in cold-blood. Truly horrifying to what she showed I and Elizabeth. In fact, that was the first among any causes to the grayness in my hair.” Angelean sat quietly with a pale expression of grimace. “Ha ha. Now now, no worries, I have yet to even tell you her name, perhaps then you can express your worry. Her name... Mary Dowell, a elegant girl of aspiring singing talents. Anyone could be swayed by her lovely voice, even my music-detesting father at the time. Yet beside the only quality that others found good about her, the rest of her was considered no short of a witch. Black, shaggy, long hair; rippled draping for clothing; and the fatigued remorse in her face – all of these just seemed to throw every potential friend away from Mary. I felt pity for her, and so did Elizabeth. We both befriended her for a short time, yet Elizabeth grew impatient with her constant depression, and she left her. It was only Mary and I afterwards. That is when our relationship came--”

“Relationship?!” Angelean yelps, the blush on her face glistering wildly. Lucifer leans on the opposite end of the sofa, rather perplexed by the outburst. “I-I'm sorry... Continue.”

“B-but of course.” Lucifer replies, trying to discard the awkwardness within the room. “Mary and I soon started a relationship, a rather close one at that. We were always seen together, let it be at the pawn shop, the city streets during midday, or at the mount of Big Ben, we were inseparable. Or so I thought till that unholy day came... My father and I were told by the local constable that Mary had done something... 'illegal', that which the constable considered it. I was left back at the house when my father and the constable went to the crime scene. As night came along, my father came back, yet there was no happiness in his face. No... There was far too much horror in place to see it. He told me nothing and merely sent me to bed for the rest of the night. The following day Mary's condition worsen, she did what I never thought a gracious soul as her would do. She committed suicide.” Lucifer stops suddenly, glimpsing upon the solemn whimpers coming from Angelean. He holds out his arms and allows her to come between them. Embracing her frail self, Lucifer brushes her hair as she did for him, hoping to assure her it could not get worser than it had been.

“May I continue?” Lucifer questions, gazing down upon the teary, young lady. She nods. “Splendid. Well I did not take the news lightly. I did what I never thought I would do: I isolated myself from the world for the remaining months of my life in London. Day by day, I was told of the news of Mary's and her parent's funeral. Her parent's funeral was to be on the day of their anniversary. Even in my deep state of depression, I still was gladdened that Mary's parents were given a proper burial. Though... Mary was never given the same. In fact, she was not even honored with a simple burial. The city would not allow a witch to be buried in church grounds, for their blinded fanaticism in Oliver Cromwell's blasphemies left them retarded towards the real Mary! I finally broke from my depression, as I would not stand for such injustice – that and my hair had suffered enough gray discoloration. I swayed my father to petition for Mary's burial, but far too much of the city had already favored the refusal to our request. It finally got to the point that the constable from before revisited us with a warning of arrest towards my father. My father stood strong though, refusing to stop despite the constable's warning of arrest. Now I liked the constable enough not to embed a fork into his foot when I stood beside my father, yet he still filled me with anger when he told my father the next strike he make would drive him a one-way ticket into jail. Bloody man never knew what hit him next. Mind that, but I will just skip to the conclusion of my little sad tale. On the final night before we left London, my father broke into the mortuary and stole Mary's body. I helped in being the lookout, and luckily enough we were not stopped. It was only when we arrived at the church cemetery that the constable saw us and tried to stop us. My father begged him to allow him to give Mary a proper burial, yet the man refused. And at gunpoint, he barked at my father to drop the body. He did so and the constable pushed him aside, then he walked over to the body, took aim at her head, and began to recite a passage from the New Testament. My father demanded what he was doing, yet the man ignored him, and shouted 'Amen!' before firing a round into Mary's forehead. I knew she was already dead, yet the very sight of seeing her shot by that delusional madman caused me to loose self-control. My father saw what I was about to do, but he was stopped by the constable. The man completely fixed on my father, ignored the fact I had snatched the gun he dropped to the ground. Last sound he addressed was the click of the gun as he turned around, and I ended his pathetic existence with a round planted between his aghast eyes. With a dead, bleeding constable laying in the cemetery grass, my father retrieved the gun with a gloved hand and threw it into the streets. He gave Mary a proper burial at last, took me and we left London the coming morning. What I did was enough to justify as a sacrifice for Mary's burial. But still...” Lucifer expels a loud sigh, nearly choked up by dire sadness. Angelean soon wraps her arms around him as he had tears pouring down his eyes, despite his attempts to hide them.

Angelean consults to her saddened friend's crying. “Did you ever discover the outcome of your deed...? Little Lucifer?” she asks, her kind words were met with a slothed shake. Either the boy was too depressed to clarify or his bloody act of violence still remained a mystery. Despite these Angelean left her friend to sleep on the sofa for the rest of the day. She calls the family to acknowledge to them that he will be staying for the night. As she sets the phone back upon its rest, she glances over towards Lucifer's slumbering self. She could still sight the tears running down his cheeks as he slept. Angelean frowns in concern and settles down beside him, rubbing his head as it laid in her lamp.

[Twilight's Child]

^_^ I like I like~!!!! *claps* Very detailed and creative~

[Keeper]

Much thanks, Kat. Also, I've decided to start the real thing. So enjoy part 1, my interested readers! :D

[Twilight's Child]

^_^ Awwww, Lucifer is so cute. His father is quite uh...Cookoo for Cocoa Puffs~

[Keeper]

Wow, even with a family issues, you still find him cute. Interesting~. Tsabe means well, Lucifer's clever attitude can be quite rude at times, and as a father, he needs to remind Lucifer where his place is.

Also, in regards to my readers, part 2 is up. Enjoy.

[Keeper]

I've added part 3, to those who still read this short story. Don't feel bad though I've procrastinated horribly on it recently. ^_^'